Crazy Tyrant Sentinel Transmigrates as a Flower Vase Omega
Author: Laozhidoesntkneel© WebNovel
Chapter 1: Omega Vase Chapter 1: He is a Sentinel
"I heard that we have officially declared our subordination to the Ya'an Empire." In the imperial palace located on planet TL7, attendants wearing dark blue uniforms were mingling and discussing the big event that happened today.
"The Ya'an Empire is the strongest in our galaxy, and they now have General Ewan1, the God of Fury, so they're like a tiger with wings."
"I've heard of him. The God of Fury is a S-class alpha who single-handedly destroyed an interstellar bandit group, and is the youngest general in history."
An attendant nodded, "Exactly! Him and the Sky Wolf Legion together are enough to shock the nearby planets, so…" He looked around alertly to make sure no one was around and then came closer and whispered, "I heard that the King has prepared a lot of ancestral stones and a small gift to show his loyalty to the Ya'an Empire."
"What kind of gift?"
"The youngest son of the late king." He said mysteriously, "The ancestral stones are for the Ya'an Empire, and as for this small gift, it is said to be for the Empire's royal family, but, in fact, it is intended for that general."
"Ah… Count Baylor?2 But isn't he not to par?"
Last year's census results showed that Baylor's overall class was only F. Even an ordinary person was D class. With an F classification, it would be impossible to do any work that required skill, and he would be a veritable waste.
The attendant asked worriedly, "Sending him as a gift, won't that general think we're scorning him? And I heard that the general has no interest in omegas at all."
The attendant who revealed the information wagged his finger, "Even if Count Baylor's classification is poor, his status is as a member of the royal family, not to mention… as a gift, classification is not important. What matters is giving face." He leered before laughing, "Who is kept as a pet depends on the classification of the pet, but who cares as long as it is well behaved and beautiful? As for the general, no matter how pure-minded a person is, there will always be physical desires. If one doesn't want to find a mate, wouldn't they want a pretty pet?"
Everyone around thought of Baylor's looks and were instantly convinced. After all, if anyone mentioned beauty, who could find anything wrong with Baylor?
When diplomat Toynbee stood outside Baylor's courtyard and looked inside through the green vine wrapped railing, he couldn't help but let out the same admiration. The nineteen-year-old boy's skin was cold and pale, his eyebrows were full, his lips were red and his teeth were white. He was beautiful, like an aromatic perfume.
He was currently asleep on a mahogany bench in the corridor, his legs stretched wide and casual, his eyelashes lazily drooping, his face frozen with a look of indifference. Next to him stood a male omega, as well as five alpha guards.
"What kind of sitting posture is that? Just like a little rascal." The omega said with a contemptuous expression, "With this appearance you are actually going to represent our planet to the Ya'an Empire? What a disgrace!"
Toynbee recognized this omega, it was the president's youngest son, Austin. He was very favored; maybe a little too favored. Toynbee was in a bit of a bind since Austin was obviously not a good person but he was afraid to go forward and make the young master unhappy. Now that the isolated Count Baylor was someone he had to look after, he could not watch him being bullied…
Suddenly there was a sword light, sharp enough to chill the heart.
Toynbee snapped his eyes to the youth sitting in the chair. To be precise, the young man caught his eye, like a resting beast suddenly awakening, and then a claw choking the throat of the prey. Toynbee's heart was shocked, his brain suddenly blanked, and even forgot to avoid his sight, frozen in place.
Austin, the president's youngest son, was angry because he had been talking here for a long time, but the other man acted as if he hadn't heard a word and still looked as if he hadn't woken up. And now he was looking the other way!
"Hey, are you ignoring me? Didn't your family teach you to pay attention when others are taking to you?"
The sunlight was just right, and the youth sitting on the bench seemed to be even more transparent. Looking at Baylor, Austin sneered, his heart more malicious, "Oh yes, where is your family? If not for my father's kindness, you would have died with that tyrant. But if I were you, I wouldn't be languishing in the world like a parasite."
Baylor finally showed a reaction. He turned his head slightly sideways and lifted his eyes to look at Austin standing next to him. Then he asked, expressionlessly and coldly, "How many years of imprisonment do you get for speaking inhumanly in this world?"
Austin froze, not quite understanding what Baylor meant, "What?"
Baylor, with his arm on the bench backrest, adjusted his posture, before slowly continuing, "You're speaking trash, and not human words. In order not to be sentenced, you should really work hard."
The rest of the people in the room heard, and someone curled the corners of his mouth, but after scrupulously glancing at Austin, it was immediately suppressed. Austin's face was instantly red with anger, "Bitch… . F-class waste… You fucking actually dared to call me trash?!"
At the same time, he was also surprised. This was not the first time he taught Baylor a lesson, but in the past, this person was always obsequious, desperately apologizing. Today's Baylor actually dared to talk back. Austin picked up the larger-than-a-palm stone from the flower pot next to the bench and was ready to smash it on the person.
But, just when he picked up the stone, the moment he got the idea to hurt the other, the originally lazy youth's gaze suddenly became stern, and then the next second, when Austin's hands went to smash the stone down, he was tripped.
A 'bang' sounded as he fell to the ground, and Austin's eyes were red.
When he looked again, Baylor had mounted him and had one hand around his neck. He was still laughing. He hooked the corners of his mouth, smiling with a hostile face. At the same time, he also said, "Talk is talk, but to do it, you are in the wrong."
Fuck, he hasn't done it!!! Who was doing it!!! Austin screamed, "Ah! What are you doing?! Hurry up! Hurry up!" But the next second, he couldn't make a sound.
Because Baylor's hand used force and tightened his grip on his throat.
"Count Baylor! Stop it now!"
"Let go of the young master!" One of the guards rushed forward and grabbed Baylor's shoulder, ready to use brute force to tear the man away. Not to mention that the physical strength of an alpha was much stronger than an omega, Baylor's body was also delicate and had a worse physique than normal people.
So the moment the guard's hand was on Baylor, the pressure like a boulder made Baylor frown.
Was he a warrior of this world? He let go of the hand around the omega's neck, turned around and swung his fist at the guard. The punch was very strong, but the swing was soft.
The guard grabbed Baylor's fist and watched Baylor frown as the guard gave a contemptuous smile. No matter how sharp his claws were, he was still just a kitten.
The next second, however, a sudden headbutt came head-on, slamming into him and sending him staggering backwards, "Fuck!"
Before he had time to stand still, or even react, Baylor attacked again, sweeping him off his feet and grabbing his hair. He didn't give him a single chance to breathe. And this set of roguishness actions froze everyone in their tracks.
What's going on? How could a delicate and weak omega wrestle with a strong and powerful alpha?
The rest of the guards didn't know what to do. So, they watched in awe as Baylor bit the guard again.
The guard screamed and cursed, "Damn it! Are you a dog?!"
He tried to kick Baylor, but Baylor unmercifully stomped on his crotch.
"Hiss–" The people next to him sucked in a breath of cold air.
Who would have thought that an F-class omega could actually crush a C-class alpha?And although Count Baylor made a shady move, he was able to avoid the opponent's attack in time, which was really shocking.
"Crazy! What are you guys still standing there?! Quickly arrest this madman!" Because Baylor tangled with the guards, Austin, who was finally able to get away, crawled up from the ground and stood. He covered his injured neck and hissed in a somewhat hoarse voice.
"Yes, young master." The hesitant guards were finally ready to step forward-
"All of you, stop!" Someone suddenly shouted.
This sudden cry stopped the movement of everyone present, including the two men who were struggling on the ground.
Baylor used the back of his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth – both from biting the other man and from himself – and then he looked straight at the man in the long coat walking in front of him. This was the man who just hid outside the wall and peeked at him.
Toynbee stood still a few paces away, watching the chaotic scene. He took a closer look at Baylor's face and sighed in relief. Luckily, he had no injuries.
"Arrest him first!" Austin did not care who was coming, just stared at Baylor, angry and anxious as he shouted.
Toynbee spoke again, "Young Master Austin, please hand Mr. Baylor over to me."
Austin frowned, "Who are you? Why should I give him to you?"
Toynbee replied, "I am Diplomat Toynbee Don, your father, His Excellency the President, has given me full authority over Mr. Baylor and has asked me to take Mr. Baylor now to go through the formalities associated with his departure for the Ya'an Empire in a few days." He added, "There is no time to lose."
Not willing to let Baylor go so easily, Austin said, "He can leave if he wants to, but let me teach him a lesson first." His throat was still killing him!
Toynbee said bluntly, "I'm sorry, but from the time Mr. President wrote Mr. Baylor's name on the diplomatic letter sent to the Ya'an Empire, technically Mr. Baylor no longer belongs to TL7, so even Mr. President has no right to dispose of Mr. Baylor, not to mention you. If you insist on disposing of Mr. Baylor, you will affect the image of our planet in front of the Ya'an Empire, and maybe it will also cause their displeasure. Then, when the time comes, it may affect the signing of the 'Peaceful Development Treaty'. " Toynbee asked, "Are you sure you want to take such a risk?"
Austin's chest rose and fell violently, and he stared at Baylor like he wanted to swallow him alive. But he couldn't afford to take that risk. He laughed and gritted his teeth, "F-class punk, for the sake of the planet, I won't do anything to you. I'll even wish you well and hope you make it to the Ya'an Empire, and then you'll be a nobleman's forbidden possession for the rest of your life, forever and ever, until you die." He sneered, "When the time comes, let those noble lords teach you a lesson." Then, he viciously kicked the guard who was still on the ground, "Waste! Get lost!" After that, he angrily turned around and left.
Several other guards hurriedly helped their companion, who had been badly injured by Baylor, to catch up with Austin and left.
Toynbee breathed a small sigh of relief as he looked at the man still sitting on the ground, gasping for breath. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket, bent at the knee and handed it to Baylor.
"Are you all right?" He said, "As you heard earlier, my name is Toynbee and I will be in charge of your affairs for the time being. I will also take you to the Ya'an Empire… I'll tell you more about this later, are you hurt? Let me take you to get treatment. "
Baylor took his handkerchief and stood up on his own. Wiping the blood from his hands, he refused, "I don't need it." Then, he frowned, turned around and limped towards his room, holding his back.
He had put a little too much force on this body.
Now he had a muscle strain.
Toynbee could also see that Baylor must have been injured, and recalling the scene where Baylor was wrestling with someone, he frowned and said, "As an omega, you're pushing yourself too hard."
He had never seen an omega act so… crazy.
Baylor's room was in the tower at the end of the long hallway, and by now they were back in the tower. Baylor looked at this very strange residence for him, heard Toynbee's words, his voice was clear in the quiet and closed tower.
"Omega? Who's an omega? I'm a sentinel." Yes, he was not the original Count Baylor, and this body did not belong to him. When he woke up in the morning, he found himself sleeping in this tower and had turned into another person, wearing pajamas made of strange materials.
Thinking of this, Baylor also finally could not resist, he irritably directly grabbed the hem of the blouse and raised his hand to take off the clothes, revealing his waist and back and the lines of the shoulders that looked tantalizing.
But after a moment of panic, Toynbee's attention was quickly drawn to the red colored rash on Baylor's back. It wasn't really particularly severe, but on that cold pale skin, it was as striking as a red plum blossoming out of the snow.
"Is this… an allergic reaction?"
A sentinel's five senses were sharper than normal, which included anything that touched the skin. Clothes that were made of fabric that was not soft enough could easily cause skin allergies. The clothes in this body's closet were all of the type that were beautiful but not comfortable. Baylor just wore it for a morning, and his skin reacted. He tossed the clothes to the side in disgust.
"You guys seem to need me to do something? I can cooperate, but first find some clothes that I can wear."
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